The Studied Financier (18)

 18

“I don’t care frightfully about this case after all,” I told my father at breakfast the next day.

“Which, the man in the tub or Mr. Nuavy?”

“Both. I say, should we go to the Virtual Escape Room, today?”

“You can if you like,” replied the detective; “but you forget I have to run this cruiseshuttle.”

“I just don’t know what to do. I have my theory as to what happened to Nuavy, and I’m fairly certain the man in the tub ties in, somehow. My problem is how do I connect them.”

“I’d start interviewing all the people who were in the cabins around 14105. I’d beguile them into conversations and suddenly mention the words ‘body’ and ‘pince-nez,’ and see if they squirmed.”

“You would, would you?” I said with a grin. “Well, I’m going to review the files Marshaggins sent me that we got from Nuavy’s room. I don’t suppose you would like to find a few of those people who are still floating around on the ship and interview them?”

My father grimaced.

“Well,” he said, “I would love to track down all these leads for you, but I was planning on meeting an old friend for lunch. Would you like to come with? He knew Mr. Nuavy.”

“I’d love to,” I said. “But now, I have to check in and make sure everything is going well in reception.”

“We’ll be at the Supernova at 12:00 sharp.”

“See you then!”